After the guys climbed the rock and we rocked with taking their photos, the bus took us to watch the sunset from a view point. 17 different colors are said to show on the rock as the sun makes its descent. It was beautiful. We stood with our cold beers while Mulga whipped up a stew out the back of the trailer. We took turns photographing each other with the spectacular background and sharing the climbing stories with our tour mates. The swanky tour groups arrived to champagne glasses on tableclothed picnic tables, the people all fresh and showered (we still hadn't . . . ), the waiters standing unimpressed and seemingly inconvenienced. I think we had the better vibe! Smelly and all!
We camped that night with real live showers, but again, sleeping just with our swags on the ground under the stars. My favorite.
When we got up the next day, Pat and I climbed the mound to watch the sun rise at the Rock. After coffee, Weet Bix in a mug and more pb and bread, we went back for a chance to walk around the base of Uluru.
The guys were finished with heroic deeds, so Jolyn and I were left to attempt the serious hike around the base. I'm telling you. Flat. And wide. And beautiful. Only true athletes attempt such a feat, and we succeeded! Everyone was duely impressed, as they should have been. Our finish photos tell it all. In all seriousness, I learned I have a powerwalking buddy! Two hours and we could have gone on longer. We certainly had another hour of conversation in us, at least!
We loaded up and drove back to Alice, stopping at Curtain Springs for a trip to the loo and road-side lunch from the trailer. Once back into Alice we were able to get cleaned up before meeting everyone back at the pub for dinner and farewells.
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